Chapter 212 Intense Battle

Lyla frowned hard.

She wanted to beat the hell out of Max—but not like this.

Not with Harry.

Not as a team.

But before she could protest—

"Lyla."

Harry's voice was calm, steady.

"Since he's encouraging us to fight together, we should do it."

His gaze met hers.

"Besides, as Max mentioned, this will end quickly."

Lyla exhaled sharply, then nodded.

"Fine. If you're in, then I'm in."

A smirk tugged at Harry's lips.

"Good."

Then—

Envoy Lucas chuckled, his gaze sweeping over them.

"Take your battle to the air."

His tone was light, but the meaning behind it was firm.

"I don't want my garden or my Villa ruined in the process."

Max grinned.

"Let's go."

With a simple thought, his Float Skill activated. Continue your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire

His feet lifted off the ground, and in the next instant—

He shot into the sky, ascending high above the Villa.

Harry and Lyla followed.

"You guys can start."

Max smiled, his black sword appearing in his hand.

"Don't mind me, then."

Harry grinned.

His hands turned golden, energy radiating off them in waves.

Then—

He clapped.

Max's Three-Dimensional Body reacted instantly.

A shift in the air.

A rush of wind—from both sides.

Max's eyes flickered.

Two massive golden palms—twice his size—were closing in, aiming to crush him.

Without hesitation—

Max activated Sky Float and shot backward, just in time to escape.

BOOM!

The golden palms slammed together, creating a powerful shockwave that sent ripples through the sky.

'I was almost sandwiched between those two palms.'

Max thought fast, twisting midair—

Then slashed backward with his sword.

Clang!

A collision.

A sudden force pushed against him.

Lyla.

Her sword clashed against his, the sheer power of the strike sending a shockwave rippling through the sky.

But—

Max didn't even budge.

His grin remained, unwavering.

The force of her attack crashed against him, but his 300 Dragon Scales absorbed it effortlessly—like an unshakable fortress.

His black sword held firm.

Not a tremor in his grip.

Lyla's frown deepened.

She had put enough force into that attack to stagger even a Seeker Rank expert—

Yet Max stood there.

As if he hadn't felt a thing.

But—

Harry wasted no time.

His golden hands clapped again—

And in an instant, another massive pair of golden palms materialized.

This time—

They descended from above.

Max's Three-Dimensional Body reacted instantly.

A shift in air pressure.

A weight pressing down.

'He's trying to crush me from above now?'

Max exhaled, his Sky Float skill activating in a flash.

At the very last moment—

His body flickered, vanishing just before the massive golden palms collided.

BOOM!

A violent shockwave ripped through the sky, dispersing the clouds above.

Dust and wind spiraled downward—

But Max was already gone.

Several meters away, floating effortlessly, his expression calm.

Unbothered.

"Not bad. But you'll have to do better than that."

Max's voice was light—mocking.

Lyla's eyes flashed with irritation.

Her figure shimmered, her Waterform skill activating in an instant.

Her body liquefied, morphing into pure water before reforming right behind Max.

SWOOSH!

A surge of water erupted around him—

Twisting. Spiraling. Closing in.

A water prison.

The currents tightened, locking him in.

"Got you now."

Lyla smirked, her control absolute.

A technique designed to drown. To restrict. To suffocate.

But—

Max didn't panic.

Instead—

Black flames erupted from his body.

SHHHHHH!

The moment they touched the water—

Steam exploded outward.

The heat was overwhelming—evaporating the prison instantly.

Lyla's expression twisted—

Her technique had been erased in seconds.

The water collapsed—vanishing into nothing.

Lyla's eyes widened.

'The black flames burned my water so fast!'

But before she could react—

BOOM!

Harry struck again.

His golden palms surged forward, radiating even greater power. Faster. Stronger.

But this time—

Max didn't dodge.

Instead—

His aura flared.

15 Draconic Essences roared to life within him, surging through every muscle, every scale—reinforcing his entire body.

And then—

He let the golden palms slam into him from both sides.

BOOOOOOOM!

A deafening explosion.

Golden energy rippled outward, distorting space itself.

The Villa trembled. The very air shook.

But when the dust settled—

Max stood there.

Completely unscathed.

His 300 Dragon Scales shimmered, absorbing the attack like an unbreakable fortress.

The crowd stared in disbelief.

"Oh? He survived Harry's golden palm attack without a scratch?!"

Envoy Lucas exclaimed, his tone carrying a hint of shock.

"Coming out uninjured after being crushed between two solid golden constructs… that's almost impossible at the Apprentice and Adept Rank!"

Norton Blade nodded, his eyes gleaming with intrigue.

"Only Seeker Rank experts with a perfected Vital Shell could achieve that. Even then, it would require absurd levels of control over their vital essence."

A flicker of interest crossed Lucas's face as he studied Max.

"That's exactly what makes him a true genius."

His voice lowered, filled with undercurrents of curiosity.

"Even from just a glimpse of his battle, it's clear—Max is fully confident in every aspect of himself. His skills, his technique, his defense, his attacks… He's an all-rounder."

He paused, his gaze sharpening.

"But we need to see more before we come to that conclusion."

Below, the high-level guests watched intently.

Some intrigued.

Some impressed.

And some—their expressions darkened.

Not everyone was pleased with what they were witnessing.

As for Max?

He simply smirked.

His gaze flickered toward Harry, then to Lyla.

"Is that all?"

Harry's eyes narrowed.

Lyla, frustration burning in her eyes, struck again.

Her sword slashed, summoning a razor-sharp crescent of water, slicing toward Max with blinding speed.

Max didn't even flinch.

Black flames surged around him, colliding with the water attack.

SHHHHHH!

It evaporated instantly—disappearing into nothing.

Lyla clicked her tongue, irritation clear.

But before she could react—

Max vanished.

CRACK!

The air sizzled—

Purple lightning surged.

And between his fingertips—

A highly compressed Lightning Needle materialized, crackling with sheer destructive force.

Then—

He flicked it forward.

FWOOOOSH!

The needle pierced through the air, cutting through space itself.

Harry's instincts screamed—too late.

ZAP!

The needle whizzed past his cheek—

Slicing through a fraction of his golden aura.

A thin, burnt line appeared on his face, the lingering crackle of electricity hissing in the air.

Harry stiffened.

A single drop of sweat slid down his temple.

He hadn't even seen it coming.

Max hovered effortlessly, his smirk widening.

"That was just a warning."

His voice was calm—mocking.

"Keep coming at me, and I might aim for something a little more… vital."

Lyla's grip tightened on her sword.

Her frustration boiled.

Even together, they couldn't land a single proper hit.

She had wanted to fight him alone, to crush him herself.

But now—

They couldn't even touch him.

Max exhaled, his aura steady. Unwavering.

So far—

He had only been countering.

Not attacking.

And yet—

He hadn't been injured. Not even once.

"Harry, let's not hold back!"

With a sharp exhale—

Lyla activated her Level 3 Water Aura.

The air thickened, heavy with moisture.

Above her, countless blades of water materialized—hovering like deadly daggers, shimmering with lethal intent.

Her body flickered, shifting in and out of liquid form, making her movements unpredictable—harder to track.

At the same time—

BOOM!

Harry unleashed his Level 3 Gold Aura.

Golden light exploded around him, transforming his arms into massive golden constructs—radiating pure destructive force.

The air vibrated as his aura expanded, amplifying his strength. His speed. His power.

They weren't holding back anymore.

This was their full strength.

"Max!"

Lyla's voice rang out—sharp. Challenging.

"Let's see if you can counter this!"

She swung her sword, and in an instant—

A torrent of Water Blades erupted.

Hundreds.

Each razor-sharp, slicing through the sky like a storm of death.

The sheer speed of the attack made the air tremble—

A relentless downpour of destruction, every blade sharp enough to cleave steel.

At the same time—

BOOM!

Harry's hands clapped together.

And this time—

It wasn't just two golden palms.

They multiplied.

Four. Six. Eight.

Each one radiating immense power, their sheer size blocking out the sky.

Then—

They descended from all directions.

A crushing onslaught, designed to leave no escape.

A true death trap.